The Irish standard., 1887-08-27

never have the satisfaction Of picking
that goose, and kept close to him eve.
till we ken to the rabbit burrow.
was near nabbin' him gettin over tht
stiIe, but he got away from me. Still
was able to keep within a few perche!
Of him. till he came to the deer parl
wall. He dropped the goose, and made
run at the wall, and got to the top o.
it. l was nearly out O. breath and took
my time coming up again the rise-as
I was sure of the goose. He gave two
or three short barks on the top of The
wall, and then leaps down and runs te
the goose again. Before l had time tc
be up he snapped up the goose and
made a rush to the wall. I didn't mind
as knew he'd never be able to getovel
the wall with the goose. But what dc
you think? Th;re was another fox on
the top of the wall that reached down
half way, and after two OF three offers
III was so surprised that stopped like
fool)-the fox below reached the goose
to the fellow on the wall, and then set
back and was over it himself before you
could cry crack. And 50 I had my run
for nothin.'
That was kerrYman AS sure AS you're
born,' observed Tim, as he Knocked the
ashes out Of his pipe. Button, who had
got tired OF winking at the fire and eye
ing his defunct enemy Gil the bench,
was now coiled up between his master S
legs, perhaps worrying foxes in the
land Of dreams, for an angry spuflle
now and then escaped from him. Matt
HaZlitt glanced at the cuckoo clock
which licked over the meal chest, and
remarked that his old woman ought
to he at home by this time. Mrs. KaZ--
lett's arrival Was announced in her own
voice.
Matt, Matt! The fox-the fox
again, cried Mrs. Haz|itt from the rus-
tic gate.
Matt and Tim started to their feet.
They glanced at the bench on seeing
Button make rush in that direction,
but there WAS no fox on it. They ran
outside the door, and were just in time
TO see Kerryrnan stink round the cor
ner and glide through the privet hedge,
giving them an expressive look over his
shoulder as he disappeared.
'Pon ise sow]. Matt, says Tim. look
ing as it this last exploit Of Kerryman' IS
was rather too much even for him; DO
YOU know what? lie got himself killed
o purpose in order to escape the hunt
to-day. He wasn't rightly recovered
from the eloutin' the gandher gave him,
an' he was in dhred the marquis
lounds d be too many for him.
must run up and open the airth any
Way. The Door fellow d want to rest
Nud an aisy mind afther gong through
20 much
Tim says Matt IIazlitt, vino took
some time to recover the use of his
ongue, tell me anything You like
tbout that fox. and Ill never doubt
vord OF it,
Oh. Matt, why did you let him es-
ape2 Why didn't You kill him? Why
idn't you knock the daylights out of
he ylllain?'
Shut up. woman
Shut up yourself. and don't tell rae"
But Matt did not wait to hear what it |
vas he was not TO tell. He took his
1ay to Coolbawn to astonish Brian
'urcell with a circumstantial account !
+ the old f0x's stratageul to escape |
eing hunted by the marquis bounds.
NE cry Of the hounds could be heard |
rom Rathcopple, SO calm was the day,
'rian Purcell and Matt strolled up to
ne top of Knockclough to see the run.
lin Croak soon joined them, and
ointed TO the Old fox sitting on q rock
t {. little distance. 'Watchin,' says
i'm, to see how the marquis dogs III
INT. III bet he'll be at home for 'em
he next day.
They're going towards the slate
uarries, remarked Matt Hazlitt.
BE COB, ave. says Tim Croak. An
ne master III be as mad as a March
are. He's half way to Thubbermore
Q this
Here the churn boy was seen coming
p the bill. On reaching the top he
anded Brian letter. It was an Am
rican letter. After looking at it for a
loment, Brian walked thoughtfully to
le smooth rock-the rock upon which
ley sat--he and Jane Evanston tine
t. Johns eve, when he read the
School masters Story for her. He
It down upon the same rock to read
le letter.
TO be ('ontinuedl
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